Kentucky
You are the dearest land outside of heaven to me
Kentucky
I miss your laurels
And your redbud trees
When I die
I want to rest upon your graceful mountains so high
For that is where God will look for me

Kentucky
I miss the old folks singing in the silvery moonlight
Kentucky
I miss the hound dogs chasin' coons
I know that
My mother, dad and sweetheart are waiting for me
Kentucky
I will be coming soon
Kentucky